As most of you know, I watch 2 little girls during the weekdays. They are lovingly referred to as the Daredevil and the Diva. Their respective names are quite a reflection of their personalities. Today, I add two new personalities to the mix. I have 2 boys today who are so awesome. They seem to balance the drama with the girls with their interesting and linear observations.
Upon the arrival of the second boy, the two girls and the first quiet boy were watching Strawberry Shortcake. The girls were of course arguing over who got to 'be' which character in the show. Daredevil was Strawberry, and Diva wanted to be Pupcake..or Custard. Then the second boy announced loudly, "Dogs chase cats!....hee hee....well they DO!" It was about that time that they, all four, started playing 'chase' around my living room. I turned off the movie because, well, no one could hear it at that point anyway, and all that extra noise just seemed nonsensical.
Boys add a new dynamic that I must say I really appreciate. The quiet boy, we will call him the 'Mouse', he happily plays any game anyone suggests. He easily gets along with everyone and goes along with most everything. He has an appetite for few of the snacks in my house except for cheese and gogurt...he never turns those down. This, along with his quiet disposition, has earned him his nickname. Don't get me wrong, he has his occasional 'silly-time loudness', but for the most part, he is a sweet little mouse.
The energetic boy, who has awesome auburn-red hair, blue eyes, and always a smile on his dimpled face, often brings a certain liveliness to the party. Its like a ball of positive energy rushes through the door when he arrives, and everyone in the room suddenly gets transformed from 'hum drum' to 'happy and excited'. We have all met people like this. They are the ones you make sure are coming to your party, because then you know it will be a success. While he is still only 3, he has a certain Charisma. So I will call him Charisma. Somehow, because it ends in A it seems a little feminine, but this boy is ALL boy. Star Wars and guns...and lots and lots of sound effects. In a few years, I am certain the Dare Devil and the Diva will be arguing over who gets to take him to the Girls Choice dance.
Anyway, it is fun to have these boys here to balance the drama as I said before. The girls seem to forget all about who is pretty, and who has more friends, and they just...play. This balance is not one I seem to be able to identify amongst adults...I dont think adding men to the group of women makes the women just suddenly quit caring about their competition and 'play'. Unless maybe they are in college. . .Perhaps it is less about boys and girls and more about personalities...that I can see in the adult world...but I wonder if I watched them long enough, if I would be able to gain insights into the boy/girl balance.
I will let you know if Charisma and the little Mouse teach me anything of any significance in this department. Until then, I will keep a list of all of the funny things they say and see if I can make a little quote book at the end.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Zah zah zah Zumba!
Oh My HEAVENS!
That was quite possibly the single most entertaining event I have ever attended. And not because it was so spectacular that I couldn't contain myself, but rather, because of the interesting social dynamic that was present.
Anyone who read my previous Zumba post knows that I am fashion challenged, but I never knew how important fashion in exercise was until the 'Wake Up Your Life Zumbathon' in Helena. Girls were there of all shapes and sizes and, thankfully, in all sorts of different types of apparel, but there was CLEARLY a bar set that many reached, but a majority did not. I think if we were in Los Angeles, this would not have been the case, but in Helena, Montana....there are not many who can achieve the high level of 'cool' that is the Zumba crowd.
The problem, I think, is a lack of sunshine. When I moved to Montana from sunny California, I noticed this fashion deficiency and actually welcomed it, because I could never really keep up with the west coast vibe anyway. It isn't just a Zumba thing, but it became exceedingly evident and clear at the Zumbathon that we in the north of the Mountain Standard Time Zone simply do not have what it takes to be 'cool'. I'm not sure how clear that was to any of the native Montanans, but for a transplant like me, it was obvious.
True Zumba girls walked around in 'packs' sporting their best Zumba gear, which included $60 Official Zumba pants, $40 Official Zumba 'shirts' (I use quotations because they might not qualify as 'shirts' unless you are on the beach.), and some sort of wrist or head band with bright florescent colors.
You could tell who was 'out of date' because some people had official Zumba pants, but they didn't have this year's tassels that hung from the knees and butt cheeks of the more up-to-date Zumba-ers. Most of the Montana instructors got the memo that camo pants with bright orange tassels were the proper attire for the evening. This group walked around together with power strides through the crowd bumping anyone with the audacity to be standing in the wrong place as they tried to get through. I was silly enough to be standing in the same spot for 20 minutes while waiting for things to start when I was bumped over by the seriously intent group who clearly had something more important to do than to worry about the little people down on the floor that might have gotten in the way. It was like a flashback from high school where the Cheerleaders had a pep rally to get to, and all of the regular student body had to part the red sea for them to get by or else get bumped into the wall as the 'important' people go by. Usually the importants would smile and say 'ooh! sorry!' with a shining smile, and the innocent bystander was supposed to smile back and wave, because, hey, they TALKED to you. This time, however, I was older than the 'cool kids' so I wasn't nearly as impressed.
The special guests of the evening were really famous. My friend and I had VIP tickets so we got to meet them AND go take our picture with them. Except, we had NO idea who they were. Once everyone figured out that the guy wearing the blue sweat suit, that was walking around for an hour before the thing started, was the guy we were all waiting for, the line to meet him on stage got very long very fast. It was DeeJay something and this girl named... Marcie?? All I know is I thought maybe she was Christina Aguilera in disguise because she had long blonde hair and wore a very fashionable hat. Anyway, I guess they invented Zumba or something. The main thing is that our instructors were REALLY excited to meet them, so we pretended to be excited too.
Turns out Marcie IS an amazing dancer, and she is really nice. The DeeJay is...well...very attractive without his shirt on. He took his shirt off half way through the hour and a half Zumbathon to inspire the masses to keep going....and it worked. Married women, young women, old women, and women who prefer women, all screamed in a wild frenzy as he disrobed and flexed his amazing abs. My friend took one look and said, ''Somehow, he reminds me of my laundry.'' I said he reminded me of my husband, so I won the witty funny comment contest on that round. Don't tell Greg I said that, he'll remind me that I look reeeeeally wide in my photo with the DeeJay, and my dream of washboard abs has never, ever, been achievable....not even BEFORE kids.
Anyway, I managed to make it through the entire hour and a half without needing assistance from the paramedics on site, and I was reminded of how much I used to love dancing to fun music. I think Zumba is 'the biggest exercise craze since aerobics' because women like to go out dancing. Their husbands either won't take them, or are terrible dancers and simply shouldn't take them. Its like girls' night out with weight loss benefits. I'm pretty sure I lost 5 pounds in that one hour and a half session and I can't complain about that. Plus all the laundry I got done using only my eyeballs...
So, a big shout out to all my Zumba peeps...thanks for the party! "Holla!"
That was quite possibly the single most entertaining event I have ever attended. And not because it was so spectacular that I couldn't contain myself, but rather, because of the interesting social dynamic that was present.
Anyone who read my previous Zumba post knows that I am fashion challenged, but I never knew how important fashion in exercise was until the 'Wake Up Your Life Zumbathon' in Helena. Girls were there of all shapes and sizes and, thankfully, in all sorts of different types of apparel, but there was CLEARLY a bar set that many reached, but a majority did not. I think if we were in Los Angeles, this would not have been the case, but in Helena, Montana....there are not many who can achieve the high level of 'cool' that is the Zumba crowd.
The problem, I think, is a lack of sunshine. When I moved to Montana from sunny California, I noticed this fashion deficiency and actually welcomed it, because I could never really keep up with the west coast vibe anyway. It isn't just a Zumba thing, but it became exceedingly evident and clear at the Zumbathon that we in the north of the Mountain Standard Time Zone simply do not have what it takes to be 'cool'. I'm not sure how clear that was to any of the native Montanans, but for a transplant like me, it was obvious.
True Zumba girls walked around in 'packs' sporting their best Zumba gear, which included $60 Official Zumba pants, $40 Official Zumba 'shirts' (I use quotations because they might not qualify as 'shirts' unless you are on the beach.), and some sort of wrist or head band with bright florescent colors.
You could tell who was 'out of date' because some people had official Zumba pants, but they didn't have this year's tassels that hung from the knees and butt cheeks of the more up-to-date Zumba-ers. Most of the Montana instructors got the memo that camo pants with bright orange tassels were the proper attire for the evening. This group walked around together with power strides through the crowd bumping anyone with the audacity to be standing in the wrong place as they tried to get through. I was silly enough to be standing in the same spot for 20 minutes while waiting for things to start when I was bumped over by the seriously intent group who clearly had something more important to do than to worry about the little people down on the floor that might have gotten in the way. It was like a flashback from high school where the Cheerleaders had a pep rally to get to, and all of the regular student body had to part the red sea for them to get by or else get bumped into the wall as the 'important' people go by. Usually the importants would smile and say 'ooh! sorry!' with a shining smile, and the innocent bystander was supposed to smile back and wave, because, hey, they TALKED to you. This time, however, I was older than the 'cool kids' so I wasn't nearly as impressed.
The special guests of the evening were really famous. My friend and I had VIP tickets so we got to meet them AND go take our picture with them. Except, we had NO idea who they were. Once everyone figured out that the guy wearing the blue sweat suit, that was walking around for an hour before the thing started, was the guy we were all waiting for, the line to meet him on stage got very long very fast. It was DeeJay something and this girl named... Marcie?? All I know is I thought maybe she was Christina Aguilera in disguise because she had long blonde hair and wore a very fashionable hat. Anyway, I guess they invented Zumba or something. The main thing is that our instructors were REALLY excited to meet them, so we pretended to be excited too.
Turns out Marcie IS an amazing dancer, and she is really nice. The DeeJay is...well...very attractive without his shirt on. He took his shirt off half way through the hour and a half Zumbathon to inspire the masses to keep going....and it worked. Married women, young women, old women, and women who prefer women, all screamed in a wild frenzy as he disrobed and flexed his amazing abs. My friend took one look and said, ''Somehow, he reminds me of my laundry.'' I said he reminded me of my husband, so I won the witty funny comment contest on that round. Don't tell Greg I said that, he'll remind me that I look reeeeeally wide in my photo with the DeeJay, and my dream of washboard abs has never, ever, been achievable....not even BEFORE kids.
Anyway, I managed to make it through the entire hour and a half without needing assistance from the paramedics on site, and I was reminded of how much I used to love dancing to fun music. I think Zumba is 'the biggest exercise craze since aerobics' because women like to go out dancing. Their husbands either won't take them, or are terrible dancers and simply shouldn't take them. Its like girls' night out with weight loss benefits. I'm pretty sure I lost 5 pounds in that one hour and a half session and I can't complain about that. Plus all the laundry I got done using only my eyeballs...
So, a big shout out to all my Zumba peeps...thanks for the party! "Holla!"
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Karma and the Laundry Fairies
When I was a kid and my parents would go out and leave my older sister and I home alone, my mother would often say to no one in particular, while looking around in the air, "I wish I had some little fairies that would magically clean up the dishes from the table while I'm gone....'' Which was 'code' for, ''Girls, please clean up the dishes while we are gone.'' We, of course, figured this out eventually by the disappointed face we got when she came home and the dishes were still sitting on the table. I'm a little slow on the uptake, so I didn't get it for the first few times, but eventually I figured out that I was one of the little fairies she was wishing on. Even though I eventually knew what she wanted, sometimes I would pretend like I didn't, and poor mom would sigh and do the dishes herself when she got home while we feigned ignorance.
Now I am 34 and have 4 little 'fairies' of my own, but they are too young to get it when I wish aloud, to no one in particular, that I wish some nice little fairies would wash my dishes while I go out. Either that or they are feigning ignorance like I did. Its only right that the mother's curse hit me in multiple ways right? This is Karma I think. I mean, I've never studied Karma or the religion associated therewith, but I'm pretty sure its a 'what goes around, comes around' sort of thing.
So, now I am convinced that Karma is thwarting my wishes with the laundry fairies. As a kid I notoriously hid dirty laundry under beds, in closets, where ever I could find to stuff it so that my room appeared 'clean'. Is Karma really a fair thing if it comes back four-fold?? See, I think I could be completely content and happy if there were little laundry fairy elves that would come in the night and wash or repair all of the laundry that we left out the day before. Wouldn't that be awesome?
Hey, do you remember the story of the old man and woman who left leather out on the table over night, and little fairies or elves came and made shoes out of the leather for them? They sold the shoes and got rich because each night the little fairy elves would make more shoes for them? Then the old people lived happily ever after or something. Anyway, maybe the 'fairy elves' was 'code' for ''They enslaved their children and made them work all night to do the work they didn't want to do.'' This is an 'Aha' moment for me....
If my children appear really tired tomorrow, but they are wearing really clean and fresh smelling clothes, I have NO idea how that happened. It must have been the laundry fairies, come to deliver me from my miserable piles and piles at last. My kids are too short to reach the washer still, so it couldn't be me enslaving them all night....I swear I don't have a front-loader....
Now I am 34 and have 4 little 'fairies' of my own, but they are too young to get it when I wish aloud, to no one in particular, that I wish some nice little fairies would wash my dishes while I go out. Either that or they are feigning ignorance like I did. Its only right that the mother's curse hit me in multiple ways right? This is Karma I think. I mean, I've never studied Karma or the religion associated therewith, but I'm pretty sure its a 'what goes around, comes around' sort of thing.
So, now I am convinced that Karma is thwarting my wishes with the laundry fairies. As a kid I notoriously hid dirty laundry under beds, in closets, where ever I could find to stuff it so that my room appeared 'clean'. Is Karma really a fair thing if it comes back four-fold?? See, I think I could be completely content and happy if there were little laundry fairy elves that would come in the night and wash or repair all of the laundry that we left out the day before. Wouldn't that be awesome?
Hey, do you remember the story of the old man and woman who left leather out on the table over night, and little fairies or elves came and made shoes out of the leather for them? They sold the shoes and got rich because each night the little fairy elves would make more shoes for them? Then the old people lived happily ever after or something. Anyway, maybe the 'fairy elves' was 'code' for ''They enslaved their children and made them work all night to do the work they didn't want to do.'' This is an 'Aha' moment for me....
If my children appear really tired tomorrow, but they are wearing really clean and fresh smelling clothes, I have NO idea how that happened. It must have been the laundry fairies, come to deliver me from my miserable piles and piles at last. My kids are too short to reach the washer still, so it couldn't be me enslaving them all night....I swear I don't have a front-loader....
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Most Boring Post Ever.
Today is as good a day as any to blog again. I figure I really have nothing of importance to say, just a few commentaries on life, so no rush. I hope you all don't mind if I abstain from telling you of my every waking moment. That's what Facebook is for I suppose.
Anyway, I have been pondering a few things lately. Wondering if I have gleaned any really good wisdom or insight into anything of relative value. I decided I have not. In fact I'm not so passionate about really anything. It seems like I need something to really strike me as funny, or really make me mad, or really be intriguing for me to find reason enough to blog. I am not so moved lately. Do you think that means I am just boring? Allow me to take you on my brainstorming journey. Perhaps you can help me decide what is most interesting to read about and I will then feel motivated to write about it. Here are some ideas for topics in random order:
1. The Diva is back at my house...they have managed to run away and get lost for a very scary 10 minutes, she refuses to eat tuna fish sandwiches or call Andy by his real name regardless of how many times we tell her its not 'Danny', and she and Daredevil are back to the competition and silliness. The Daredevil constantly has marker on her face or hands or body (or my walls) somewhere because no matter how many times I throw away markers, they reproduce like rabbits and find a way into her hands. I want brownies.
2. We spent Spring Break in Billings at an indoor water park. So. Much. Fun. Plus I am proud of myself that I stayed at a hotel and didn't completely freak out about sleeping in a bed that who knows how many people before me slept in and did who knows what. Not to mention the paranoia I have about bedbugs and other disgusting creatures that tend to lurk in such places.
3. No matter how many Zumba classes or eat-only-spinach days I have, I am not losing weight. I think I will buy a rowing machine. I like those.
4. I might be developing an addiction to books, and my new Nook makes it WAY too easy to buy the next in the series with the click of a button. Greg says I will need to go on rations or start budgeting ONLY 2 a month or something. And, WHY CAN'T YOU SHARE BOOKS!? They said we would be able to lend and share, but no books actually COME with that feature. Very irritating. Unless you want to borrow the bible.
Well sadly, that's all I've got. I shall post this and hope for something better next time :)
Anyway, I have been pondering a few things lately. Wondering if I have gleaned any really good wisdom or insight into anything of relative value. I decided I have not. In fact I'm not so passionate about really anything. It seems like I need something to really strike me as funny, or really make me mad, or really be intriguing for me to find reason enough to blog. I am not so moved lately. Do you think that means I am just boring? Allow me to take you on my brainstorming journey. Perhaps you can help me decide what is most interesting to read about and I will then feel motivated to write about it. Here are some ideas for topics in random order:
1. The Diva is back at my house...they have managed to run away and get lost for a very scary 10 minutes, she refuses to eat tuna fish sandwiches or call Andy by his real name regardless of how many times we tell her its not 'Danny', and she and Daredevil are back to the competition and silliness. The Daredevil constantly has marker on her face or hands or body (or my walls) somewhere because no matter how many times I throw away markers, they reproduce like rabbits and find a way into her hands. I want brownies.
2. We spent Spring Break in Billings at an indoor water park. So. Much. Fun. Plus I am proud of myself that I stayed at a hotel and didn't completely freak out about sleeping in a bed that who knows how many people before me slept in and did who knows what. Not to mention the paranoia I have about bedbugs and other disgusting creatures that tend to lurk in such places.
3. No matter how many Zumba classes or eat-only-spinach days I have, I am not losing weight. I think I will buy a rowing machine. I like those.
4. I might be developing an addiction to books, and my new Nook makes it WAY too easy to buy the next in the series with the click of a button. Greg says I will need to go on rations or start budgeting ONLY 2 a month or something. And, WHY CAN'T YOU SHARE BOOKS!? They said we would be able to lend and share, but no books actually COME with that feature. Very irritating. Unless you want to borrow the bible.
Well sadly, that's all I've got. I shall post this and hope for something better next time :)
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